Words are Knives

The Leaper

I once saw a picture
Of a woman.
After she had leapt
From the roof
Of a 15 story building.
Her legs were twisted
Beneath her, her arms
Bent at unnatural angles.
Her head
Was outlined by a
Halo of blood.
But all this,
Was nothing compared to
Her angelic face.
Her eyes stared
Blankly at the
Azure sky
Yet
Through it all
She smiled
At peace,
Happy, even.
That picture
Is burned into my
Minds-eye.
Scorched into
My memory.
In the hopes that someday
I can share her
Hard-earned
Peace.